Daydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelersShoppin' sprees at the diamond dealerHats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakersThat brand new car smellWe sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.The illest yachts, the hottest broads they makeCan't wait 'til it's my turn to get doughSo I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no moreComing up we ain't have much, a lot of canned foodCereal in the white box with powdered milk tooMy moms couldn't buy me the shoes I wantWe put lay-away on shit that only cost a few bucksIt's cool to have shelto, I had the libeazWith the weak ass Velcro, looking ridiculousI knew way back then we had to step it up'Cause waiting for the bus in the snow wasn't usMe and hav' took the train from Manhattan to ConneyEveryday and night just so we can got songs doneWe had guns, weed and a couple of fortiesIf we got lucky on the way, we could jook someoneWe used to watch video music boxAnd pray maybe one day we could get a shotOutside, my niggaz had all that shit you see on T.V.From money that they made off the blockDaydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelersShoppin' sprees at the diamond dealerHats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakersThat brand new car smellWe sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.The illest yachts, the hottest broads they makeCan't wait 'til it's my turn to get doughSo I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no moreMy day dreams is more like nightmaresA vigil, bullet proof cars, supped up time sharesMy friends did a turn 'cause it's not they turnOr how the streets gonna be when they release furWhen I get that million bucks will I remain the same?Or will I have to get at niggaz 'cause they sayin' I changed?Will everybody wanna ball, be my friend and leech?When niggaz put me to the test, have me clapping the heatI used to think bein' rich, ain't all that badA far cry from what a dream was all I hadDo I got the right team or they riding for cashWould they jump in front of me when them cameras flashIs the 'pop police, gon' be up my assCan't leave the heat under the seat, gotta find a better stashGotta collect receipts 'cause that bitch uncle SamInvades your space when you evade his taxDaydreamin' of dirt bikes and four wheelersShoppin' sprees at the diamond dealerHats and jackets, shirts, pants and sneakersThat brand new car smellWe sceamin', daydreamin' of penthouses in L.A.The illest yachts, the hottest broads they makeCan't wait 'til it's my turn to get doughSo I don't gotta fuckin' day dream no more